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Ouch!

... belly. The tip of my finger toys briefly with her belly ring before moving slowly over her soft skin, tracing the ridge of her ribcage. Moving in a half circle backward my fingertips feel their way along the other side, navigating the ridge just below her right breast. Her breathing matches the movement, becoming deeper and a soft sigh escapes her throat. Slipping my hand back my fingers slip under her ribcage and with slight pressure on my side she slides backward into my body. My nose buries itself in her soft dark tresses, breathing the scent of her shampoo and the remnants of her perfume from last night. My buttocks flex and mould my cock firmly between her buttocks. The transfer of her body heat to mine creates a ripple through my system, small hairs standing erect in my neck. *** We decided beforehand not to dedicate too much time to dinner and agreed that movies was not an option. We made an appointment with each other at a pre-arranged venue that serves delicious seafood as well as the juiciest steaks in town. She was exited beyond words! Then the bomb dropped. Getting home the Friday afternoon of our date, she announced that one of her closest friends was having a party to re-connect with all of us and if I would be willing to substitute our date night. I quickly calculated the odds and decided while I was on a good level with most of the crowd that would probably be attending, it would not be that much of a deviation from our plans and that the main thing was us ...

... being together in a social setting, giving us some relaxed time. Still, I smelled a rat… I realised that somehow Debra, a friend of hers would be there as well. Though she was a feast for anybody’s eyes, her moral values did not meet mine. She was a slut of note and had, at numerous occasions, tried to get beyond my belt and into my drawers. From the moment, she met me and her realising Brandi and I were an item she was set on breaking us up. She was one of those types that would use you and drop you afterward, not caring what destruction she leaves in her wake. The party was a blast. The BBQ was excellent and the preparations and contributions by everybody created a feast of note. At some stage during the evening, I found myself exactly where I did not want to be, in the presence of a very inebriated and very clingy Debra. This spelt trouble and I knew I could not let my guard down for a split second. Though shit always happens when you least expect it and Brandi came around the corner just as Debra leaned in and schmooched me. What she did not see was my left hand pressing between the little slut’s breasts, shoving her off. My words were something like, “Leave me alone you slut!” with the “t” sounding like the crack of a gunshot. Apparently it was not the kiss that upset Brandi but rather the fact that I called one of her friends a slut. We left soon afterward, a deadly silence hanging in the car on the way home. The moment the front door closed behind me she let rip. I was ...